~[BTR, AU] 3rd Person's POV… Years later…
Logan smiles, stepping out of the elevator. All the new faces, unfamiliar ones… "Logan!" Fangirls, and boys, yells from outside the hotel.
"Are you ready, Mr. Logan?" His bodyguard steps up, Logan nods.
As he walked, memories of his past flashes by.
~Flashback
"Logie! You're awesome on the keyboard!" Carlos grins, Logan smiling warmly. "We're definitely winning this year," Kendall smiles, glad to finally find the last member for their band… 'Big Time Rush'
Fast Forward a few months…
"The winner for 2019's Battle of The Bands is…" The announcer amps up the suspension in the air. There's only two bands left, Big Time Rush and Heffron Drive.
"Big Time Rush!" The announcer practically yells into the mic, the four boys bouncing up the stage. Tears formed in Logan's eyes as Kendall receives the giant, glimmering glass trophy along with the tall hamper.
Never in a million years did Logan ever imagined… He'd win something this big. No sport event winnings could top this feeling right now.
"We won, James," Logan cried into the tall boy's shirt, who hugged Logan back tightly. "Thanks to you… Thanks to all three of you! A-And Lars, and Jett," James sobs, remembering how Jett stayed up all night for 3 nights long to design their uniforms and clothes they'd wear throughout the competition, scoring them ridiculously high marks in the 'attire' section.
Lars on the other hand, funded everything. From their clothes, to getting a studio for them to practice on.
Fast Forward to 2 years later…
"Congratulations on the platinum records, Big Time Rush!" An interviewer chirps in as the four boys finished their photo shoot, holding their giant new platinum records. First, they recently won the 'Teens Choice Awards', now… Now they've sold platinum records.
"Honestly… Without James, Logan and Carlos… I wouldn't be here. And Jett and Lars, our co-producers," James points towards the two, waving from a distance with big grins.
The four quickly made their way away from the giant crowd and all the attention for their usual tradition, celebrating together if they achieve any huge awards… Or even after any tour or concert. "Jack's supposed to be picking us up," Lars looks around once they got out of the giant hall.
"No way," Logan gasps as a huge limousine pulls up, the window rolls down… "Hop on in," Jack winks, the four singers, along with Jett, hops into the limousine while Lars slides into the front seat, next to his husband.
"We're in a limousine!" Carlos squeals, gently setting his large plaque on the limo's red carpet flooring. "This… This all feels like a dream, James," Logan holds the larger boy's hand tightly, still feeling that same, electrifying feeling he felt the first time he held James' hand years ago.
"5 years of hard work. Worth every damn second," James smiles, his grin then turns into a devilish smirk. "There is one person here we couldn't have made it far without," James lets go of Logan's hand, immediately the smaller boy knew who he meant.
"Our designer. All of our concert outfits, our logos, our music videos…" James moves towards Jett, who at the moment felt very… intimidated.
"Jett fucking Stetson," James grabs his wrist, pulling said person onto the floor, crawling over said man, hovering over him. "I think he deserves a gift from us, don't ya, Loges?" James smirks. Logan also smirks, slowly moving towards said boy.
"W-W-What are you guys doing?" Jett nervously asks. Sure he's had sexual encounters with them separately on separate occasions but… This?
This is literally a fantasy come true for him.
"Relax love. Right now, it'll be all about you," Kendall whispers seductively into Jett's ears as Carlos slowly unbuttons the boy's white button-up.
"F-Fuck…" Jett breathes out.
Soon, the rest was history.
Shit happened in that limo at that night, and because the drive from the hall to their usual restaurant was so far… It gave the four boys all the time they needed to please Jett.
~Back to the present… 2025, four years after…
"Alright Mr. Logan, please wait here," His personal bodyguard instructs. Logan waited there patiently as his bodyguard disappeared behind him.
He couldn't believe… After years of being alone, suddenly finding new friends transformed his life this drastically.
He's always dreamed of being a doctor… Never did he imagine that he'd actually be performing in-front of millions of fans!
"You may go now, Mr. Logan," The bodyguard opens the door, leading to the outside, where millions of fans were waiting for him.
Immediately he searched around… Spotting a familiar tall, ripped boy in the distance, he began sprinting with a big smile.
"James!" He yelled gleefully, capturing said boy in a kiss.
"God, I fucking missed you all!" James cried. Literally one week without his bandmates, or rather, boyfriends, was hell for him… And the rest of them. "Can't wait till' we get back to our apartment," Carlos smirks rather flirtatiously towards Kendall, who grins.
"You guys ready for the meet n' greet?" Jett asks, nearing us.
"Ready as we'll ever be," Logan answers gleefully, walking behind with James as Jett leads the way, Lars and Jack already waiting by their booth, trying to get the fans to form an orderly line.
"Here's to another 100 years of Big Time Rush," James smiles, placing a gentle kiss on Logan's forehead.
"Fuck yeah," Logan sighs, praying that they never get disbanded… Though seeing how far they've come and how long they've been together?
They might just never disband.
Though looking back, Logan smiles and is grateful for one thing.
All those goddamned awkward encounters he had years ago with all 4 of these guys…
Had he not gone through them, god knows where he'd be right now.